Wow.
Listen to the words.
Listen.
Monday, June 18, 2012
Tuesday, May 1, 2012
Life...
Beautiful...
underneath all pain.
Fragile...
you might not be here tomorrow.
Full...
of joy unspeakable and tears uncountable.
Blessed...
our life is not our own.
Hard...
the race takes commitment.
Rewarding...
oh, the small things that can bring a smile.
Delicate...
God's fingers interwoven in yours to hold you up.
Exciting...
God had amazing things in store for you.
Musical...
dance to the melody.
Frightening...
but his hand will hold you up as you continue into the unknown.
Challenging...
Whoever promised life would be fair?
Uncomprehendable...
from the way we were created to the many paths our lives take, who knows it?
Breathtaking...
in the smallest of things...a blooming flower, a colorful sunrise, a smiling person...
A gift...
what are you going to do with it?
Saturday, April 14, 2012
Changes
Hi everyone, and welcome to the new Inkwell. We have just changed sites because of some account/profile complications, but it will be the same thing. We've changed the URL of the old site so that we can put this address in exactly like the old one. So to check The Inkwell, just type in the normal address, www.theinkwell10.blogspot.com.
We've had to re-enter all the blog posts on this site, which is the most annoying thing. ☺ Because of this, all the comments will be gone and we'll have to start from here. Thanks for your patience!
P.S. You will also have to follow this site again if you were following the old one; the old one will be deleted. Thanks for your patience! Have a wonderful day.
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We've had to re-enter all the blog posts on this site, which is the most annoying thing. ☺ Because of this, all the comments will be gone and we'll have to start from here. Thanks for your patience!
P.S. You will also have to follow this site again if you were following the old one; the old one will be deleted. Thanks for your patience! Have a wonderful day.
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Healing Waters
Hi everyone! Kelsia and Cherie here.
For those of you who don't know, we've been working on writing a book for the past few years. Today we finally sent our manuscript in to a publishing company, so if you think about it, you can pray that if it's supposed to be published, God would work it out.
So what's this story about?
Well, the title is Healing Waters. Interwoven throughout the book are the story of Quinn, a young man who gave up hope when paralyzed in a motorcycle accident, and the Bible-times story of Zephi, an old crippled beggar who waits daily at the Pool of Bethesda for a chance to reach the waters that would heal him. Both are seeking healing waters, and the journey to find it may bring things they never expected.
So, what does it take to break a man?
What does it take to heal a man?
Wait and read our book to find out!
For those of you who don't know, we've been working on writing a book for the past few years. Today we finally sent our manuscript in to a publishing company, so if you think about it, you can pray that if it's supposed to be published, God would work it out.
So what's this story about?
Well, the title is Healing Waters. Interwoven throughout the book are the story of Quinn, a young man who gave up hope when paralyzed in a motorcycle accident, and the Bible-times story of Zephi, an old crippled beggar who waits daily at the Pool of Bethesda for a chance to reach the waters that would heal him. Both are seeking healing waters, and the journey to find it may bring things they never expected.
So, what does it take to break a man?
What does it take to heal a man?
Wait and read our book to find out!
Lift Up Your Eyes
by Kelsia
Driving along, watching the yellow lines stretch out in front of me, feeling the bright sunshine warm me through the window, taking in the deep blue sky without a cloud in sight . . .
I survey my lovely surroundings.
My heart should've been singing, my lips smiling and praising God, and I should've been excited about life. Wanting to embrace it, instead of wanting to give up.
My heart was heavy.
Walking along the dirt road, seeing the gravel stones blur beneath my feet as tears run down my cheeks, I struggle to be strong.
The sun is radiantly shining, the sky stretches out in deep blueness, but my heart is heavy.
Lying in the still of the night with my head down and tears soaking my pillow, I cry for the pain in my heart.
You've been there. Maybe it's asking "why" to God and your heart aching for Him to answer your prayer . . . you've tried to have faith and believed God would answer, but still His plans are different. You feel yourself growing desperate and angry, and you want to turn your back on God. Maybe it's the pain of surrendering something you hold close to your heart and know you need to release into God's hand, but you don't want to give it up. Maybe you're feeling like you can't go on in life, like there's too much to keep your head up -- the weight on your heart is pulling you down and your cup is void of joy. Maybe it's realizing the fact that dreams don't always come true like you thought they would. Instead God has you somewhere where you don't understand why He has you there . . . you feel your heart pulled toward where you want to go, but God hasn't directed otherwise, so you know you're supposed to be there and pour your heart into it.
Whatever you may be facing . . .
In these moments,
lift up your eyes.
Pray for grace and pray for strength.
Pray for God's hand to fill your cup overflowing.
Ask Him to carry you.
He will be your strength and hope.
He sees your tears, feels your pain, hears your heart's cry.
He cares, and loves you with an overflowing love.
It might not change what you're facing, but lift your eyes;
You will never face it alone.
This piece of writing was accepted by Relate magazine. Click here to read it on their website!
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Driving along, watching the yellow lines stretch out in front of me, feeling the bright sunshine warm me through the window, taking in the deep blue sky without a cloud in sight . . .
I survey my lovely surroundings.
My heart should've been singing, my lips smiling and praising God, and I should've been excited about life. Wanting to embrace it, instead of wanting to give up.
My heart was heavy.
Walking along the dirt road, seeing the gravel stones blur beneath my feet as tears run down my cheeks, I struggle to be strong.
The sun is radiantly shining, the sky stretches out in deep blueness, but my heart is heavy.
Lying in the still of the night with my head down and tears soaking my pillow, I cry for the pain in my heart.
You've been there. Maybe it's asking "why" to God and your heart aching for Him to answer your prayer . . . you've tried to have faith and believed God would answer, but still His plans are different. You feel yourself growing desperate and angry, and you want to turn your back on God. Maybe it's the pain of surrendering something you hold close to your heart and know you need to release into God's hand, but you don't want to give it up. Maybe you're feeling like you can't go on in life, like there's too much to keep your head up -- the weight on your heart is pulling you down and your cup is void of joy. Maybe it's realizing the fact that dreams don't always come true like you thought they would. Instead God has you somewhere where you don't understand why He has you there . . . you feel your heart pulled toward where you want to go, but God hasn't directed otherwise, so you know you're supposed to be there and pour your heart into it.
Whatever you may be facing . . .
In these moments,
lift up your eyes.
Pray for grace and pray for strength.
Pray for God's hand to fill your cup overflowing.
Ask Him to carry you.
He will be your strength and hope.
He sees your tears, feels your pain, hears your heart's cry.
He cares, and loves you with an overflowing love.
It might not change what you're facing, but lift your eyes;
You will never face it alone.
This piece of writing was accepted by Relate magazine. Click here to read it on their website!
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I Am Walking a Tightrope.
I am stumbling in the dark.
I am performing with all my energy on a frightening, demanding stage.
I am clinging desperately to the edge of a precipice. My strength is waning and I am beginning to slip . . .
I am doing my best, and it is not enough, and this scares me.
Stumbling through the darkness? It is to find You. I am so afraid of being lost.
Walking the tightrope, clinging to the cliff? It's to keep from falling. I am so afraid of falling.
Performing frenzied choreography on this harsh stage, dancing until I run out of breath and dancing longer . . . is to gain Your favor. I am so afraid of being rejected.
Should each day of my life be a battle, a struggle to make You love me more? Sometimes I think I cannot help living like this, because I'm afraid that I am not worth holding on to.
Really, why would You keep holding me? What am I worth to You? How many mistakes will I make before You grow tired of forgiving me and decide to cast me away?
It's funny; the whole time I perform, I know it's all futile: Your love cannot be earned. Even if it could, my sorry efforts would never do the trick. But I am still too terrified to stop trying; I feel I must be doing all I can, for the thought of losing Your love is the most frightening thing imaginable to me.
Am I worth holding on to?
O God! What I have always been taught is that You loved me when I was still a sinner, and that Your love never changes. My life depends on this being true, but I can barely bring myself to believe it. It's beyond reason, and too wonderful for a wretch like me.
But suppose it is true . . . if it is true, I have no reason to fear. If it is true, I can stop this crazy performance and serve You out of love instead of fear. And I need not wander or fall, for I have found my Help, my Peace . . . everything I will ever need. I am safe if I hold onto You.
For You are worth holding on to.
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I am performing with all my energy on a frightening, demanding stage.
I am clinging desperately to the edge of a precipice. My strength is waning and I am beginning to slip . . .
I am doing my best, and it is not enough, and this scares me.
Stumbling through the darkness? It is to find You. I am so afraid of being lost.
Walking the tightrope, clinging to the cliff? It's to keep from falling. I am so afraid of falling.
Performing frenzied choreography on this harsh stage, dancing until I run out of breath and dancing longer . . . is to gain Your favor. I am so afraid of being rejected.
Should each day of my life be a battle, a struggle to make You love me more? Sometimes I think I cannot help living like this, because I'm afraid that I am not worth holding on to.
Really, why would You keep holding me? What am I worth to You? How many mistakes will I make before You grow tired of forgiving me and decide to cast me away?
It's funny; the whole time I perform, I know it's all futile: Your love cannot be earned. Even if it could, my sorry efforts would never do the trick. But I am still too terrified to stop trying; I feel I must be doing all I can, for the thought of losing Your love is the most frightening thing imaginable to me.
Am I worth holding on to?
O God! What I have always been taught is that You loved me when I was still a sinner, and that Your love never changes. My life depends on this being true, but I can barely bring myself to believe it. It's beyond reason, and too wonderful for a wretch like me.
But suppose it is true . . . if it is true, I have no reason to fear. If it is true, I can stop this crazy performance and serve You out of love instead of fear. And I need not wander or fall, for I have found my Help, my Peace . . . everything I will ever need. I am safe if I hold onto You.
For You are worth holding on to.
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Poems
by Renita
I happened upon two roads one day
And the one was high, and the other low
So I stopped and stared in bewilderment
Wondering on which I should go
The high road was narrow and rough and steep
And the other was smooth and wide and long
So I picked the road that looked best to me
And went on my way with a song
But my song soon faded the farther I went
As I choked on the dust in the air
And the bushes had thorns I had not seen before
And I fell into brier and snare
I struggled and fought to get out of the traps
Til I was bleeding and broken and bruised
I desperately cried and called for help
But no one could hear; t'was no use
Then a Man came along who was gentle and kind
With a voice that was soft and sweet
And he helped me back up the lower road
And he bandaged my aching feet
I tried so hard to get back up the path
But so oft I stumbled and slipped
But the Man beside me just picked me up
And pulled me from bramble and dip
The crossroads were now in sight again
Much to my joy and relief
But I could not pause, I must keep on going
And my rest was very brief
"You must choose a road," my Helper said
"You cannot sit in between"
I looked in His eyes and I felt a peace
For His face was calm and serene
He held out His hand to guide me along
And I took it, and hung my head in shame
For I knew I'd taken the road I shouldn't
But it was then He spoke my name
"All is forgiven" was all He said
But the words freed my guilty heart
Neither trials, nor storms, nor man's evil schemes
Could ever tear us apart
So I've traveled the high way from that day forth
And will til I cross the strand
For I've a Friend who will help me along
It's the Man with the scars in His hand.
I happened upon two roads one day
And the one was high, and the other low
So I stopped and stared in bewilderment
Wondering on which I should go
The high road was narrow and rough and steep
And the other was smooth and wide and long
So I picked the road that looked best to me
And went on my way with a song
But my song soon faded the farther I went
As I choked on the dust in the air
And the bushes had thorns I had not seen before
And I fell into brier and snare
I struggled and fought to get out of the traps
Til I was bleeding and broken and bruised
I desperately cried and called for help
But no one could hear; t'was no use
Then a Man came along who was gentle and kind
With a voice that was soft and sweet
And he helped me back up the lower road
And he bandaged my aching feet
I tried so hard to get back up the path
But so oft I stumbled and slipped
But the Man beside me just picked me up
And pulled me from bramble and dip
The crossroads were now in sight again
Much to my joy and relief
But I could not pause, I must keep on going
And my rest was very brief
"You must choose a road," my Helper said
"You cannot sit in between"
I looked in His eyes and I felt a peace
For His face was calm and serene
He held out His hand to guide me along
And I took it, and hung my head in shame
For I knew I'd taken the road I shouldn't
But it was then He spoke my name
"All is forgiven" was all He said
But the words freed my guilty heart
Neither trials, nor storms, nor man's evil schemes
Could ever tear us apart
So I've traveled the high way from that day forth
And will til I cross the strand
For I've a Friend who will help me along
It's the Man with the scars in His hand.
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Will He be with me to the end?
The God I scorned and turned my back against
I saw Him on the cross and turned away
His broken, bleeding body brought me to shame
I left Him alone to die
And walked away to follow the world
Oh, I stood by Him when He cleansed the leper
I boasted when He healed the sick
And set the captive free
My heart swelled with pride as
The lame danced, and the mute sang
And the blind rejoiced to see
But when it counted most
I was not there
Alone He had to face His enemies
Alone he bore the slashes of the whip
The mocking of the crowd
The spitting, the slaps, the crown of thorns
I could not even come to bear His cross
Alone He felt the nails pierce His hands
Alone He bore the sins of all mankind
I heard Him when He cried aloud
"My God, My God, why have You forsaken Me?"
I saw Him die upon that hill
Alone
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